Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.